Rain, shine and fledgelings – spring is definitely here.
The tulip tree begins to reveal its identity.
An unintentional Marigold Day.
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Muffled bells and making lists.
A pootle around the neighbourhood: flamboyant service and splendid peonies.
Of shoes and trees and getting wet.
Muffled bells for the Queen, noisy planes for the Battle of Britain.
Another glorious day.
A historic moment and an unexpected alignment of kind men.
A new tree, a new place for my bicycle, and a few discombobulations.